Cherie was walking by herself to her class after exchanging contacts with those three girls.
"This is ridiculous." Cherie murmered to herself, slipping on her headphones as she held her schedule and a map in her hands.
She walked through the school, seeing a multitude of classes numbered by the thousands.
"I have..." Cherie muttered, glacing around the school and spotting the same Quinton guy walking into the same numbered classroom.
Cherie groaned, walking inside the classroom and seeing... a whole lot of angels.
"God fucking damn it." Cherie thought, feeling her tail coil around her thigh underneath her skirt.
» Angels and demons are divided into their own classes based onto species, type, and from which ethnicity are.
Demons, such as imps and hellhounds are low class demons. They don't have the right to go to school due to angelic law.
The sins, and Lord Lucifer, are the highest authority. (However, Lord Lucifer always has a clone in place in the school to teach studends his knowledge.)
Ethnicity is trickey, but those who are demons or bad spirits by folklore are usually middle class or higher.
Heaven operates the same way! «
Cherie noticed the multitude of higher class angels in the room. One being prominent, decendent of the Raijin of Japanese mythology. Rai.
"I'm fucking cooked." Cherie thought, turning her head and seeing the teacher, Lord FUCKING LUCIFER. Well- his clone... but still...!
Cherie sighed, slouching and sitting in her seat, turning her head and seeing Quinton. "Ah... My bad." Cherie muttered, quickly growing uncomfortable at seeing him.
"Well, at least this is useful." Cherie pulled out a pencil, deciding to play with it to drown out the silence.
"You'll hurt your back slouching like that." A voice whispered into her ear, Cherie flinching and dropping the pencil out of her hands as she turned her head to see a male with faded pink hair standing at her side of the desk.
"I'm Kevin. It's nice to meet you." The male smiled, reaching out and straightening Cherie's back with a sensual touch.
"Ah- Uhm-" Cherie smiled nervously, practically being able to see the bright sparkles and charm radiating off him.
"It's nice to meet a lovely lady such as yourself..." He whispered, seeming to not mind the horns- or the tail that was trying to pry his hand off.
"Mhm." Cherie smiled stiffly, then tensing when she saw Quinton lean over, swatting off Kevins hand.
"Stop playing around." Quinton spoke, "Are you alright?" His voice lowered, his hand moving to Cherie's chair to scoot her away from him.
"I- uh... Yes?" Cherie muttered, confused as she felt like it was stupidly chliche. Again.
"That's good. Sorry for intruding like that, but he isn't exactly the kind of male to be close to." He let go of the chair, making sure to keep his hands to himself.
"Why's that? The aura? The charm?" Cherie questioned, frowning as she pushed up her glasses and glanced in the direction of Kevin and- what Cherie assumed- his pals.
"He's a descendant of Eros and Psyche. Like a very distant descendant to my knowledge. Over there are the other Greek god descendents- the kids he's talking to in that group." Quinton leaned his arm over the desk, his other hand playing with the slightly curly locks on his head.
"How do you know that, huh?" Cherie questioned, narrowing her blackened eyes at him in suspicion and slight disbelief. She knew he didn't have a reason to lie, but still...
"Research. Dumbass. Extensive research, might I add." Quinton shot back, turning his head to Cherie and giving her a soft glare at her questioning.
"Don't call me a dumbass, annoying bitch." Cherie scoffed, giving him a glare back in return. "Why you so pissy, huh? All I asked was how you knew." Cherie turned in her chair, pointing at him with her right hand accusingly as the other held onto the chair.
"Maybe because I don't like being questioned by demon girls. Have you ever thought about that?" He also turned in his chair to face Cherie, engaging in the bickering without much care in rebuttal.
"Hah? I'm not going to take that from a guy like you whose species I don't even know!" Cherie whisper yelled, her tail beginning to swish back and forth in irritation.
"I'm a fallen angel. Does that answer your question?" Quinton leaned in closer, his voice lowering in a threatening manner as he lifted a black painted finger nail to poke her chest accusingly.
Cherie lowered her pointing finger, groaning in irritation as she spun around in her seat to see the teacher clear his voice.
"Hello, class. As you know, I am Lucifer, or rather... a magical mirage of the true Lucifer." The clone spoke, darkened, withered wings folded behind the clones back as he held a peice of chalk in his hands.
"I'll teach you all about familiar summoning and magical training. However the latter only happens after you find out your magical affinity and manifest said magic." The entity spoke, turning to face the class with his back and began writing on the board.
"For now, we'll focus on familiars. Which are... Who wants to guess?" The entity rotated it's head in snap- although there wasn't any sound of bone.
Cherie turned to look around the class, seeing another seraphim other than Rai raise her hand bravely.
"How fearless. She could be useful." Cherie thought, deciding to focus how to step above these people rather than worrying about their tier.
"Go ahead, Esther." Cherie saw the thing give Esther a cocky grin- pointy teeth being present like he would clip off the pure white feathers one by one.
However, the seraphim didn't seem intimidated. More like the thousand of eyes on her two thick halos stared back at him with the same amount of threat.
"Familiars are traditionally used by magical weilding, or gifted, mortals in the human realm." Esther spoke, lowering her hand gracefully.
"Well... you aren't wrong." The entity spoke, turning it's head back to the board and writing out what Esther said in a bullitein format.
"In fact, you're on the right track, however..."
"Let's hear from the devil in class? Cherie." The clone turned it's back around, staring directly at Cherie for an answer that would please him.
"A familiar, in demon terms, is a lower class demon you summon with a contract of blood to go under term and form a master and minion like relationship." Cherie muttered, glaring back at the creepy fuck. The actual Lord Lucifer wasn't like this deep down, right? Unless this bastard had a mind of it's own...
"Correct! What a clever girl you are. You clearly take after your sister." The clone smiled, summoning confetti letting it fall over Cherie's head.
Cherie grimanced, watching as the bastard turned back to the board and wrote down a simplified version of what she had said- circling it.
"How smart." Quinton whispered, flashing Cherie a glance before turning back
to the board.
"I stand corrected. An annoying bitch!"
"And so... With this in mind, you all will begin summoning your familiars next class! Dismissed!"
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"Hey, doll... could I... perhaps get your number?" Kevin approached Cherie after class, holding out his caelum-cell in his hand.
"Uh... Sure." Cherie muttered reluctantly, letting Kevin approach her and exchange their contact info.
"Great. I'll add you to our class group chat." Kevin smiled, blowing Cherie a kiss before walking off with a sly smirk to the people.
"Can I have your number next?" Quinton approached from behind, unlike Kevin. "You're the only demon in our class, after all. Since most of our teachers are demons anyways... You'll be insanely useful." Quinton smirked, adjusting his bennie.
"Bitch." Cherie snatched his caelum-cell, inputting her number before shoving it back into his chest.
"Thanks." Quinton turned around, walking off while putting in his earbuds.
Cherie walked as he walked over to Felicia and an unkown angel. Cherie frowned, turning away and walking off to her next class, which she assumed she'd have that guy with next.
Cherie sighed, slipping on her headphones as she continued to walk through the white-walled hallway.